AURORA

“Good morning, ma’am. The car is parked and ready to go.”

“Of course. Get me another bottle of anxiety pills.I spilled mine not so long ago.”

I grab my long, thick black coat, my fedora, and my black Gucci bag, and we head out. The lock clicks as she shuts the door behind me.

“And what’s your name again?” I ask as I sit at the back of my Mercedes, adjusting the seat belt to fit.

“It’s Sasha, ma’am.”

“Sasha.”

She’s my new assistant. I have to let the old one ...